This was the first song I ever wrote, I was 13 (I'm now 15). I hope my writing improves soon, ha.

I’m killing myself in the fear of remembering the things we use to do,
But now I can’t even stand in the same room as you,
And now you’re back all by yourself and I hope you’re doing fine,
So let’s hold our breaths and say our last goodbyes.

Please, come back home,
Please, come back home,
This is more terrifying than before,
Please, come back home.

I try to forget but then something reminds me of you,
And I can’t help but live through this pain you are putting me through,
It’s an epidemic of broken hearts luring too many emotions,
Then lies and tears start forming insincerity.

Please, come back home,
Please, come back home,
Words, don’t mean ****, they don’t mean anything,
Please, come back home.